Get TreasureMelanie Guimart. 30th of October. "How to Fight" lesson; written assignment.Class; Shadow. Subclass; Spy.Weapon; Spells and charms for manipulation and self-charming. Poison dagger for last resorts.I mainly use magic to fight. I can cast a variety of spells to do so; standard damage-dealing spells with the help of psychic moves channeled through my wand, along with status-inducing and basic barrier spells. I tend to avoid conflict in the first place anyway by concealing myself in some way. I am skilled at disguising myself; either by use of costumery, illusionary charms, or (most commonly) a combination of both. Only once or twice has this method ever backfired on me. Additionally, I can perform memory-wiping charms, usually permanent but sometimes temporary if the situation calls for it (permanent memory-wiping charms take varying amount of energy depending on what extent I am erasing memory), along with hypnotic charms (I do not use these frequently as they take quite a lot of mag
Ross' WeaponsRoss O'Donnell, How to fight assignment thirtyeth of October 2015I'm a Rogue and I use dual weapons, two simitars scimitars to be exact, theyre made of scalchop shell, very fine stuff to make a weapon out of too, you wouldn't think of it but scalchop makes a fair sharp blade and sturdy as well. Both are the same shape as well. Scalchop blades aren't my family's signature weapon material for nothing!Anyway, if I were to get confronted by a band of a band of bandits (lets say four or five?), and I can't run off (not that i would anyway because I'm too slow for that.....) or distance myself. I would either have to try and sweet talk them or just fight em I suppose. For that second option perhaps I could bribe them if I had fake money on me. Or just be very nice to them and make them leave me alone and look for someone else. They might get intimidated in any case because I'm taller than most people and my shellmet can spear through people if I wanted it too although I haven't ever tried
What If and What I WouldName: Florence Weidebrun / Class: MageI own an enchanted sword. I have the ability to change its shape with magic- its normal form is a rapier, but it can also take on the appearance of a sabre, a katana, a falchion, an Arabian scimitar and a dirk (I am also working on a flame-bladed sword at the moment).But, being under a situation where the use of magic by an unknown party alerts the enemy, a magic sword would not be much use, as when changing its form it emits a little magic. However since the enemy is not aware of my presence, I could follow multiple paths depending on my capabilities and the nature of the situation itself.My first thought would be whether I could stay unnoticed- doing so would be viable depending on the area. For instance, in a thickly wooded area I could fly above the trees, or equally in a dark place or at night. In open grounds stealth would be a harder task. The best I could hope for would be a meadow or scrubland, as I could try to use my Land Forme to dis
The Flight - Part 1“It’s always nice to have a souvenir to take back to Yarelts, eh?...”The vixen’s piercing eyes followed the pair as they walked off on their way, chatting. Normally, she would have been disgusted by them- ugh, the soppiness of buying a scarf the same colour as your little friend!- but Melanie’s mind was focussed on other issues right now. This Yarelts… she had always been under the impression it was a mythical place which operated long, long ago. At least, that’s what her sister had said to her previously, who had read about it herself in some ancient scroll when she actively wished to be taught elsewhere, and spent the entire day reading up on wizarding schools, imagining what life would be like in an academy rather than under the iron education of their parents. But picking up on what the Shaymin had just said, her memory had been jogged, and her old perception of the place now dented. It was time to find out more.She snapped the cur
Manectric ReportManectric is an Electric Type Pokemon, canine in looks and nature. It has a long muzzle, shocks (pun intended, tee hee) of yellow hair with a smoother blue; ears are packed tightly into a cone on its head; sharp claws and keen teeth, too, however one would not worry about these traits so much as its impressive Special Attack. Nobody, apart from Ground-Types, will enjoy a hit of Thunder from one of these. Be warned if your Special Defense is low- battling a Manectric will be risky!The Discharge Pokemon's other selling point is its equally good speed, which is above average. Remember that speed is probably the most important stat in battling- you never know what may happen if your foe gets a hit in before you do. So either boost your own speed, or try a Trick Room to switch things around if you're slow- but if your defences (especially Sp.Def) are good, then there is no need to worry too much about this.Manectric's other stats are decent, but not as great as its others. Its Attack, Def
NonsensicalRoses are blueDinosaurs are purpleThis poem makes no senseToaster.
Shrek is Love Shrek is lifeShrek Is Love Shrek is Life.I was only 9 years old I loved shrek so much, I had all the merchandise and moviesI pray to shrek every night before bed thanking him for the life I've been given.Shrek is love I say, Shrek is lifeMy dad overhears me and calls me a faggotI knew he was just jealous of my devotion for ShrekI called him a cuntHe slaps me and sends me to go to sleepIm crying now, and my face hurtsI lay in bed and its really coldA warmth is moving towards me.I feel something touch meIts shrekI am so happyHe whispers in to ear "this is my swampHe grabs me with his powerful ogre hands and puts me on my hands and kneesI'm readyI spread my ass cheeks for ShrekHe penetrates my buttholeIt hurts so much but I do it for ShrekI can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to waterI push against his forceI want to please ShrekHe roars a mighty roar as he fills my butt with his loveMy dad walks inShrek looks him straight in the eye and says "Its all ogre now"Shrek lea
Funny PoemRoses are redviolets are bluesugar is sweetand so are youbut the rosesare wiltingthe violetsare deadthe sugar bowlsemptyand so isyour head
funny poemi had a dog named muffin,she died, SHE DIED!!!my mom said she wuz sleeping,she lied, SHE LIED!!!why is my lil muffin dead?!?!why couldnt that car hit ME instead?!?!i had hampster named brownie,he died, HE DIED!!!i wanted to bring him back,i tried, I TRIED!!!brownie just up and left me!!!because he choked on a sunflower seed!!!i had a bird named bob,he died, HE DIED!!!my mom thought he wuz chicken,he fried, HE FRIED!!!bobs chicken fried soul flew away!!!now i have no pets today!!!
Epic Youtuber Rap Battle - Cryaotic vs. PewdiepieEPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!!!Cryaotic vs. PewdiepieeeeeeeeBegin!PewdiepieHaha, how’s it going brosMy name is PewdiepieI’m about to make this sorry excuseFor a youtuber go home and CryKeep that mask onNo one wants to see your faceI’ll bro fist your ass into pure disgrace28 Million subscribers man I’m still in first place!CryaoticOn the last video, I go live on TwitchJust to show this guy PewdiepieJust how much he’s a little bitc*And so it continues with me whooping his assI’ll be the one to take all your fans and OutlastI don’t need to show my face to put you in F.E.A.R.My badass voice is all that you need to hearPewdiepieOh JävlaI spit rhymes scarier than your creepypastaI think you have AmnesiaGo home Cry, you’re drunkYour raps are worst than your livestream bunkI’m noticed all over YouTube, is that an issue?My di*k is longer than your Okami playthrough!Cry
i gave up on trying to write about youthere are millions of poemsdetailing the beauty of another’s eyes,but your eyes, my love,put all their cherry-picked words to shame.ew, that verse is disgusting.way too sappy.I’m no good at love poems.okay, hold on, let mejust start over.you’re freaking excellentno.shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?thou art more lovely and more temperatewait.i can’t take credit for that.sonnets aren’t my style,and anyway,shakespeare beat me to the punchfour hundred some years ago.uh, i mean, you’re funnyand really cute, likei seriously love your eyesbecause there’s meaning in theresomewhere.and, and, you make me laugh.you’re so hilarious.and I have the drawing you gave metwo years ago, still hiddenfolded up in my notebook.plus, i mean, you’re everything to me.no big deal, right,considering the fact that we neverreally speak anymore.it’s cool.i’m fine.really.oh my god that doesn’teven
FiM++ Programming - Hello World, 99 Jugs of CiderDear Princess Celestia: Letter OneToday I Learned an important lesson about friendship.I learned how to write "Hello World!"Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle.P.S. In this case, the syntax is similar to C++.----------------------------------------------------------------------Dear Princess Celestia: Letter OneI wrote "Hello World!"Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle.P.S. In this case, the syntax mirrors that of Python syntax. I'll leave it to you, readers, to decide which one you deem better. -Twilight Sparkle----------------------------------------------------------------------Dear Princess Celestia: Letter OneToday I learned how to sing Applejack's Drinking Song.I learned Applejack's Drinking Song with Applejack.Did you know that Applejack likes the number 99?I did this while Applejack had more than 1.I sang " 'Applejack' jugs of cider on the wall, 'Applejack' jugs of cider,"Applejack got one less.When Applejack had more than 1,I sang "Take one down and pa
How to Insult PoeticallyOnce I happened upon a callow young lass,Who apparently thought that it was cool to be crass.And she turned her tongue upon the profession of writing;Apparently she felt that it was in need of a smiting.Though her raving and ranting made very little sense,She seemed to be taking a rather harsh stance.Apparently her pain was too great to be understood,Far beyond the comprehension of this man from the hood.So I stood there in swagger, clad in my bling.While she behaved like 'Moon-Moon', in search of a thing.She spouted some nonsense, some far fetched line,About never idolizing the keen writer's mind......Aaaaaalrighty then,If that is the case, then why ape my technique?Why submit to several galleries; is your brain on the leak?You are writing to be seen; you seek attention as I do,What are we if not performers, is that not true?Did you believe that you could use your past as a shield?It counts, I'm afraid, for nothing, I feel;For you see, I'm a killer, as bold a
Anime?Lets triple our eyesAnd half our social skillsBe twice as cleverAnd four times as dumbBlush constantlyAnd bow to everybodyWith my perfect skinThey call me animeI cant be understoodBecause my past is always tragicMy hair a rainbow explosionKill everyone that looks the sameBut ill tell you my story firstHold my honorAnd die tryingThey call me animeI always have my theme musicCatch phrase with signature moveIll walk tall without even lookingJoin my partyWeve got a missionMy skills are better then yoursAnd I know you want to fight about itThey call me animeFuture or old schoolWe always have badass swordsHere to protectEven when I bring warRun so fast we disappearWeigh 80 pounds but clear the tableEnergy well spent on my plasma blastThey call me animeEveryones politeEasily go insaneThe skirts get shorterAs the legs get longerEveryones in schoolAnd everyones honor roleEveryones a virgin, but everyone's easy
HumorHumor is a drug,it fills you with joy,Better than a hug,Or a brand new toy,they laugh so hard they crythey roll on thier backsstand ups dont tryto make them p!ss their slacksbut humor is best all the sameso laugh a little bit it's all a game
LinesRoses are red,Violets are blue.Some poems have four lines,Some poems have five,Like this one.